[Sometimes you do want to go poking around the city, the rubble here and there.
A particular shard catches the light and draws him over. Picking it up:
You walk into your boss's quarters. This warm space in a cave, cozy and safe, is all his. It's not the first time you've been here, and it's not going to be the last. He's sitting in the middle of the room, going over maps and plans.
You start saying something and he cuts you off, sharp, familiar grin on his features. He reaches out, gently takes your chin in his hand and lightly shakes you by it. It's embarrassing, but you don't pull away.
Slowly you respond back, "Br... Brad..."
He laughs at you, familiar and comforting, ruffling your hair.
Your face is going red, the heat there is obvious. But there's a warmth in your chest, an intense feeling of affection and belonging. You desperately want to be worthy of him.
The present Nero lets go of the shard and covers his face in pure embarrassment.]
[Here he is, leaning against a wall somewhere, ice pack to his head - he's got his eyes closed even as Van Zieks approaches, his frown deepening. Irene is in crow form, hiding her face under her wing.]
Ah...how the world spins, Irene. It's almost maddening.
[Nero's surprisingly okay in an environment like this. There are still markets in the City of Rain, and he's still fairly used to convincing people to lower down the prices.
When he sees Sholmes he feels compelled to just... lean against him.
[Post the notes going up on the board, Nero has a notebook out and is in the middle of scribbling out what he thinks should fill in the blanks.]
X[aphania is the Cele]stial M[etatron is the Tempo]ral, acting ostensibly on behalf of A[uthority/God]
Haven't seen you mention M outsi[de of Lord Regen]t. May be important to kno[w redacted inform]ation purposeful?
X and M originally [humans before becoming ange]ls, have since s[ettled] One s[ ]g/being [ doe]sn't matter; conflict cy[cles ]ll s[ rinse a]nd repeat M - high chance of being L[ord Regen]t spoken of previous X n[ot any bett]er than al[ ]e Both don['t car]e, have both des[troyed reali]ties in co[nflic]t
Angels need worship, de[stroy places] that stray regarding [Xaphania and Lord Reg]ent; only care about de[stroying ea]ch other Cittagazze: Ne[ither earned favo]r ; fel[l to Spect]res Krankaz: M, l[ost fa]vor -> des[troye]d Otamo: ro[ wi]th X -> still [destro]yed Ankeen: ? Camebit: X
Remnants of Mag[isteri]um e[lemental reage]nts? in our realm. Curren[tly tryi]ng to see if can [ conceal]led. Possibly it's r[eason ]e for why no be[ ]t (da[emons and watcher]s) can enter.
Inq[uisitio]n will el[iminate a]ll those on li[ (i/o)]f those co[lonize]d by [ ]y. Many na[mes] on it, some [fami]liar.
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WEEKEND 0 DAY 2
[Whenever Nero enters, that certain someone barks out:]
Catch!
[There's a whole pan being thrown through the air, here.]
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Get outta the kitchen!
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WEEK ZERO Day 1
[If he turns back to the random seat at the a table nearby, Sholmes is just sitting here like he has been here the whole time.]
So, what spells do wizards cast?
[HOW DID HE GET HERE]
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For now.]
When did you get here...
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week zero post execution
[He'll look over when Nero approaches, but he doesn't say anything. Just. Vibing, apparently.]
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Still, his leopard cat trots over to look at him for the moment, careful to keep distance.]
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week 1 day two
[And he's just. Licking the outside of a can of beans morosely?]
[Help?]
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Stop committin' kitchen crimes.
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w2: Monday
A particular shard catches the light and draws him over. Picking it up:
You walk into your boss's quarters. This warm space in a cave, cozy and safe, is all his. It's not the first time you've been here, and it's not going to be the last. He's sitting in the middle of the room, going over maps and plans.
You start saying something and he cuts you off, sharp, familiar grin on his features. He reaches out, gently takes your chin in his hand and lightly shakes you by it. It's embarrassing, but you don't pull away.
Slowly you respond back, "Br... Brad..."
He laughs at you, familiar and comforting, ruffling your hair.
Your face is going red, the heat there is obvious. But there's a warmth in your chest, an intense feeling of affection and belonging. You desperately want to be worthy of him.
The present Nero lets go of the shard and covers his face in pure embarrassment.]
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[Ah.]
[Well, then. Its funny that they don't have an emotional bond, but he's able to feel that embarrassment all the way from here. He smiles lightly.]
Oh, what a special someone you have. How sweet.
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week 2 post trial
Ah...how the world spins, Irene. It's almost maddening.
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How much did ya drink yesterday?
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w3: Tuesday
When he sees Sholmes he feels compelled to just... lean against him.
Don't make this weird.]
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[A pause...and then just casually leaning back against him! Hello!!]
How goes your day, my dear fellow?
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week 3 post trial
[He's just...pensive.]
[When Nero enters, he glances over, but doesn't say anything. He just sighs.]
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Nero's holding a sheaf of wheat and looking... only very slightly better.]
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week 4 day 1
[There's just a couple of hare ears poking out from behind a booth.]
[Hey. :3]
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What are you doing?
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w5: Monday
When he spots Sholmes.]
I'm actually 25.
[Pause.]
That's a lie, I'm around 600.
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[He grins.]
My fellow, you don't look a day over one thousand.
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W5: Wednesday
Disce is loafed on the counter with him.]
You free?
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[He looks over and smiles - Irene is in hare form, nose twitching as she also looks over at his side.]
[He's also bleeding a bit from around his metal hand. That's Fine.]
What's going on, my dear fellow?
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W5: Wednesday... TWO
X[aphania is the Cele]stial
M[etatron is the Tempo]ral, acting ostensibly on behalf of A[uthority/God]
Haven't seen you mention M outsi[de of Lord Regen]t. May be important to kno[w redacted inform]ation purposeful?
X and M originally [humans before becoming ange]ls, have since s[ettled]
One s[ ]g/being [ doe]sn't matter; conflict
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M - high chance of being L[ord Regen]t spoken of previous
X n[ot any bett]er than al[ ]e
Both don['t car]e, have both des[troyed reali]ties in co[nflic]t
Angels need worship, de[stroy places] that stray
regarding [Xaphania and Lord Reg]ent; only care about de[stroying ea]ch other
Cittagazze: Ne[ither earned favo]r ; fel[l to Spect]res
Krankaz: M, l[ost fa]vor -> des[troye]d
Otamo: ro[ wi]th X -> still [destro]yed
Ankeen: ?
Camebit: X
Remnants of Mag[isteri]um e[lemental reage]nts? in our realm.
Curren[tly tryi]ng to see if can [ conceal]led. Possibly it's r[eason ]e for why no be[ ]t (da[emons and watcher]s) can enter.
Inq[uisitio]n will el[iminate a]ll those on li[ (i/o)]f those co[lonize]d by [ ]y. Many na[mes] on it, some [fami]liar.
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[None of this is...any good at all.]
Cycles...realities, destroyed...it seems these places were used for "favor" in these grand wars...
[He looks over at Nero.]
A very good job, my dear fellow. You've done an impeccable job with it so far.
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w5: Saturday
Nero is manually creaming some sugar and butte together because beating up something seems good enough to his rage filled mind.]
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[Looking over at him.]
My dear friend, are you feeling any better...?
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week 5 day 1
Is this place a bit too cramped for your liking, Mr. Turner? It is quite overwhelming to be in a city.
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[He will... move a little closer to Sholmes, Disce wrapped loosely around his neck today. It's easier to avoid running into people like this.]
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w6: Tuesday
Since they have a booth Disce is in her leopard cat form, tucked next to her wizard.]
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[He's coming in with Irene in hare form on his shoulders. He doesn't mind that everyone is giving them weird looks. It's fine.]
As a chef, I suppose I must assume you've given the food here your sign of approval?
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Hey, can I borrow ya for somethin'?
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[Irene hops at his feet, perking up her ears. He is. Still speaking like this. Sorry.]
What do you need me for?
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week 6 post trial
Nero? May I come in?
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Once again he has his sheaf of wheat in his arms.
Disce pads over to mew at him.]
Yeah.
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...What a gloomy place. I can't say our departed friends were exactly enjoying themselves, here.
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Too bad he didn't die? He's sure that's something he shouldn't say. ]
Reminds me of some of the small villages in East Country.
Lookin' forward to the end?
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